$415 "Stories" From the Mouth of Death (More to Come)

In the kingdom of the dead, Tyrell is paying attention to what is happening on the ground together with the death in front of him.

"Death...I mean Ashira, what are your plans?"

Tyrell looked at Death's unswerving look and quickly changed his words.

Death looked at everything in front of him quietly, as if he didn't know where to start on this topic.

"If you want to tell a story."

Death spoke to Tyrael meaningfully.

Tyrael is not completely worthless.

There is something about him that cannot be replaced by other beings.

Whether it is the emotional connection with Malthael, the Archangel of Wisdom, or the inextricable connection with the barbarians.

Even if he died in the hands of Israel, he was still the Archangel of Justice recognized by Imprius and Auriel.

No one can take away his presence.

The justice in Rorschach was just born out of the person of the Archangel of Justice. Rorschach made his own choice and did not become a new Archangel of Justice.

Or maybe the stubborn Yi Zuer will also change when facing Tyrell.

Death is not stupid. If she were stupid, she would not have been the only one unscathed in that battle.

"I have several brothers, not from this side of eternity, but from another world."

As he spoke, Death turned into that girl-like appearance.

He looked a little nostalgic.

"Sandman is the one who takes care of me the most, or his approach is just not understood.

And now, I want him back. From the world forbidden to them by eternity.

He will understand me, and he is the only choice to master the power of dreams. "

The words of death are unclear, and even the "story" is not told much.

He just simply said a person's name.

Tyrell listened quietly, waiting for the next story.

"Constantine has his objects in his hands, as well as the ruby ​​in the hands of the guy who calls himself Dr. Destiny.

Two objects were enough to awaken a part of my brother's will.

As for Constantine, I have to say that his ability to not be haunted by dreams is worthy of my special attention.

It's just that he is a mortal after all, and he has never thought of going beyond the realm of mortals.

This makes me somewhat regretful. "

Death said so.

His expression was bland.

This performance made Tyrell a little nervous.

He couldn't tell where his nervousness came from, but it had enveloped him.

When the deceased appears in front of death, he loses the ability to control himself.

No matter how powerful he was in life, the dead cannot defy death.

Unless death grants the privilege.

"You want to hear the process of the previous battle? No, I can't tell you. Because you will definitely make changes in our peaceful life.

How can justice be without bloodshed? "

Death smiled slightly and looked at Tyrell in front of him.

Displayed in front of Tyrell with an attitude of ridicule and contempt.

"What's your position?"

Tyrell asked, sweat could already be seen on his forehead.

But no one cares how the dead sweat.

"Position? What do you think? The balance between life and death? Or world peace?"

Death smiled and casually opened a scene in front of the two of them.

Above is the situation on Thanos' side.

A lot of alien technology has been added to the body of Burning Angel Ozil.

But this is not to make him stronger, but to firmly block Ozil's upper limit of strength.

The moment Tyrell saw Ozil, his pupils dilated.

"Malthael!"

He couldn't help but shout out the name of the Archangel of Wisdom. Ozil's appearance made him know that the time in this world was much shorter.

Seeing Ozil brought more excitement than seeing the King of Plague appear in the world.

The Plague King can only show that Baal is still unwilling to remain silent, and Ozil is the vanguard of Malthael.

The Soul Reaver is on his way.

Although Tyrell didn't recognize the purple guy with a chin like a fist, he knew that Ozil would not be controlled.

The Burning Angels were never mastered.

In addition to fire and cooked food, he also brought uncontrollable disasters.

Although Thanos is not weak, it is not enough to make Ozil bow!

“That guy, maybe you should remember his name, Thanos, the Titan of Destruction.

He also has a younger brother, but now he doesn't remember it at all. "

Death looked at Thanos' somewhat excited expression, but he seemed to be waning in excitement.

This guy has died several times.

But every time he ran rampant like a reckless wild boar, this kind of Thanos made Death a little distressed.

An obsessive love?

It is a helpless burden and boredom.

“He will always take the path of destroying the world, sometimes he will succeed, sometimes he will fail.

But he will always be on this road. I think he can replace the guy of annihilation. After all, destruction can be achieved as long as there is no conscience or indifference.

Thanos at least had some sense in being annihilated. "

Death spoke softly.

Tyrell wasn't feeling well.

"Is your inability to fight a disguise?"

He still asked, his eyes fixed on death.

"No, I'm really not good at fighting. Whether it's me in this world or me in the world that was swallowed. Fighting is too boring.

What's the purpose of fighting? The worst thing is to bring death, and I am death, so there is no point in fighting."

Death said so.

One picture turned into two.

One side was the situation on Thanos' side, and the other was the battle on the side of the Plague King.

The battle on the side of the Plague King became more and more tragic. The poison and damage made this place unsuitable for human beings to appear in the next few decades.

Everyone present looked seriously injured.

"That arm is a creation of destruction, which is very interesting. It reminds me of a guy who is always hungry, but no one ever wants him to be full."

Death talked about irrelevant topics, and slowly sat on his throne and curled up.

Like an ordinary lazy girl.

"You want to warn me?"

Tyrael said as he looked at the death in front of him.

They still have too superficial understanding of this world.

Perhaps the only person who has really dealt with them is the death in front of them.

And that cowardly look made them underestimate Death.

"There are only five strongest people in this world, including me.

Death, eternity, infinity, annihilation, and the Life Tribunal standing on the opposite side.

Guess who is the guy who really shares the same ideals with you and you?"

Death smiled, as if Tyrael's embarrassment made her feel happy.

"I guess the Life Tribunal."

Tyrael answered Death's question casually, his expression unchanged.

"It's my brother, the Sandman."

Death said a name that was not on the list.

They are seven children in total, and the order from oldest to youngest is "Destiny", "Death", "Sleep", "Destruction", "Desire", "Despair", and "Joy".

Among them, "Desire" and "Despair" are twins, and "Joy" was renamed "Delirium".

Death's experience is more than Tyrael imagined.

Destiny is never simple.

Especially Tyrael knows a brother named Inarius, who is powerful but always hiding.

Sandman is a derogatory name.

He should be called the Lord of Dreams.

But the Sleep Demon became his most famous name.

He witnessed the world's first tragedy and nightmare between Abel and Cain, and summoned the three goddesses of fate to inquire about the whereabouts of the treasure.

However, the process of reshaping the dream was not successful, and the two worlds began to fight each other.

The Sleep Demon fell, but fortunately his treasure was still there.

And escaped the sight of Eternity and others.

The only person who knew this was Death, and perhaps some guys who survived the battle.

But those guys didn't dare to tell anyone.

Because they didn't become one of the countless people whose memories were washed away only because of Death's mercy.

The survivors will fear Death, because they can't escape Death's control.

As for the other brothers, Death didn't plan to say much.

"The guys who hurt the Sleep Demon have one thing in common, that is, they will always be awake. What do you think of this punishment?"

Death said casually.

Then he yawned.

Being rejected by dreams means mental tension.

That is not the awakeness that is maintained by short and broken sleep, but the pain of living in mental torment all the time.

Death will not redeem them.

For example, Nick Fury is always everywhere.

Nick Fury knows the "sandbag" because it was he who took away this treasure and caused the sleep demon to be transformed into the origin of the demon monarch "nightmare".

Nick Fury is too good. He can still play a good role in intervening in the war of gods as a mortal.

Such a record alone is enough for him to be complacent.

But when the punishment and curse fell on his head, no one would stand up to speak for him.

Most of the beings who knew what he paid have become new people.

Other survivors will not stroke the tiger's whiskers for Nick Fury!

"It's very cruel, but what are you going to do through me? Wake up your brother?"

Tyrael said this, and then sat directly on the ground.

His status was handed over to Rorschach by him personally, and his power was taken away by Isreal. He can't do anything now.

Like a mascot.

At this moment, he seemed to be unable to do anything except not worrying.

The identity of the listener was not unfamiliar to Tyrael.

"I want you to pay the price to the barbarians for me as part of the exchange for the power of dreams."

Death said this, and a slight snoring sound came from her mouth. She was sleepy.

The sleepy look was a bit cute.

"Why me?"

As soon as Tyrael said this, he knew that he had done something stupid.

Why him? Of course, it was because he was the weakest now.

There was no choice.

He could not escape the control of death.

Because he died in this world.

Even if Malthael came to this world with a piece of death, he could not take Tyrael's soul from the death who called himself Asira.

Death did not answer Tyrael's stupid question, which made Tyrael feel relieved.

If the embarrassment was only for a moment, it would be fine.

The King of Plague on the screen finally became completely furious.

Baal's constant control made him rebellious like a child.

Being controlled and unable to fight with all his strength made the King of Plagues have nowhere to vent his desire for destruction.

The poisonous fog began to spread little by little, breaking through Loki's blockade.

Dr. Doom, who was constantly told by Baal to let him off a little, became the first victim of the King of Plagues' rage!

Teleport, smash!

No mercy!

The moment the King of Plagues appeared behind Dr. Doom, his giant arm had already landed on Dr. Doom's head.

The whole action was so fast that there was no time for people to react.

Perhaps Mokot could react, but Rumlow was so weak that even the connection with him became intermittent.

No one could save Dr. Doom's life from the hands of the King of Plagues, except himself!

And Midnight, who kept trying to control Dr. Doom's body!

A sound like smashing a watermelon!

Dr. Doom fell softly to the ground.

Every bone in the body was broken in the huge impact, and this injury was fatal.

But Dr. Doom's will was particularly clear at this time!

The King of Plague still withdrew a little strength at the last moment. The rebellious child did not dare to put his father's will behind his head.

But Midnight's soul completely controlled Dr. Doom's body at that moment, and under this blow, it turned into soul fragments to nourish Dr. Doom himself!

Thank you "great and selfless" Midnight for bearing the heavy blow of the King of Plague's anger on behalf of Dr. Doom!

There will be another chapter of about 4,000 words updated.

Get up early and read it, don't wait.

Thank you.